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letra de do ya homework - on dek

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[intro: spade-o & don cannon]
let me hear what i got so far jun
i never had love for n-gg-s’ claiming what they ain’t
n-gg-s’ running around saying cannon and dram ain’t like that
you ain’t never gotta guess about anything round here
just do your homework

[verse 1: spade-o]
i’m from the place where the heaters blow
most the time, sh-t, the police don’t even know
where the bodies drop and get a chalk outline
ya’ll can keep the small talk n-gg-, i’m bout mine
where the (?) tables bottled get poured
and the whips lloyd’s of london insured; no state farm
coaches said i had a great arm
ladies love me; they say i’m the rap version of trey songz
but i’m like “oh nah nah”
see, i’m more like an osama than dalai lama
i speak healing words like (?)
come in your crib and rub my reeboks in your sofa
like “yeah n-gg-, f-ck your couch”, 3 deals in 3 days
what the f-ck ya’ll bout?
i’m on a whole different level like
see, i’m a ducaddi and you’s a pedal bike

[chorus: spade-o]
you n-gg-s need to do your homework
f-ck them crash dummies, n-gg-, do your own work
you n-gg-s’ need to get your paper right
you n-gg-s’ need to stop hating like
you n-gg-s’ need to step your game up
slum jewelry dawg, n-gg-, step your chain up
you n-gg-s’ need to rep your own set
you need to recognize n-gg-, this is “on dek”

[verse 2: spade-o]
the bullsh-t is out my dam hands
i’m tryna take a trip to cannes, france
movie festival, critics acclaimed
see, my hustle more consistent, we don’t get it the same
nah n-gg-, please don’t compare me
i’m cruising late night in the coupe b-mping some mary
yeah, j. blige, yeah, i stay fly
they trying to rain on my parade but i’ma stay dry
i’m smoother than cool hand luke
yeah, you say you’re bout that life then it’s cool fam, shoot
you batsi boy, me don’t fear no one
1 and 1 equals 2 till them 0’s come
yeah, i need commas after my commas
i’m the sure thing and you n-gg-s’ is sort of; kinda
cats on the corner like “don’t me and spade be flowing alike”
i’m like “nah, not on your life”
your man gets checks on the side, not on my nikes
your man always speaking the truth, not all the hype
you send your main chick to crib, she getting piped
you’re a star on the gram, i get bread, you’re getting likes

[chorus: spade-o]
you n-gg-s need to do your homework
f-ck them crash dummies, n-gg-, do your own work
you n-gg-s’ need to get your paper right
you n-gg-s’ need to stop hating like
you n-gg-s’ need to step your game up
slum jewelry dawg, n-gg-, step your chain up
you n-gg-s’ need to rep your own set
you need to recognize n-gg-, this is “on dek”

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